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Longfellow Gems 



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BOSTON 
SAMUEL E. CASSINO 

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Copyrighted, 1SS9, 

By 

Samuel E. Cassino 






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TO THE RIVER CHARLES. 


River ! that in silence windest 
Through the meadows, bright and 
free, 


Thou has taught me, Silent River! 

Many a lesson, deep and long ; 
Thou hast been a generous giver; 


Till at length thy rest thou findest 
In the bosom of the sea! 


I can give thee but a song. 


Four long years of mingled feeling. 

Half in rest, and half in strife, 
I have seen thy waters stealing 

Onward, like the stream of life. 


Oft in sadness and in illness 
I have watched thy current glide, 

Till the beauty of its stillness 
Overflowed me, like a tide. 










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THE RAINY DAY. 

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; 
It rain's, and the wind is never weary ; 
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, 
But at every gust the dead leaves fall, 
And the day is dark and dreary. 

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; 
It rains, and the wind is never weary ; 
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, 
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, 
And the days are dark and dreary. 

Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; 
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining • 
Thy fife is the common fate of all, 
Into each life some rain must fall, 

Some days must be dark and dreary. 




SUNRISE ON THE HILLS. 

I stood upon the bills, when heaven's vide arch 

Was glorious with the sun's returning march, 

And woods were brightened, and soft gales 

Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales. 

The clouds were far beneath me ; — bathed in light, 

They gathered mid-way round the wooded height, 

And, in their fading-glory, shone 

Like hosts in battle overthrown, 

As many a pinnacle, with shifting glance, 

Through the gray mist thrust up its shattered lance, 

And rocking on the cliff was left 

The dark pine blasted, bare, and cleft. 




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WOODS IN WINTER. 


When winter winds are piercing 
chill, 
And through the hawthorn blows 
the gale, 
With solemn feet I tread the hill, 
That over -brows the lonely 
vale. 


Alas ! how changed from the fair 
scene, 
When birds sang out their mel- 
low lay, 
And winds were soft, and woods 
were green, 
And the song ceased not with the 
day. 


O'er the bare upland, and away 
Through the long reach of desert 
woods, 
The embracing sunbeams chastely 
play, 
And gladden these deep solitudes. 


But still wild music is abroad. 
Pale, desert woods ! within your 
crowd ; 
And gathering winds, in hoarse 
accord, 
Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud. 





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BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK. 

On sunny slope and beechen In the warm blush of evening sbone ; 

swell, An image of the silver lakes. 

The shadowed light of evening fell ; By which the Indian's soul awakes. 
And, where the maple's leaf was 

brown, 
With soft ami silent lapse came 

T , , ' u ., , ., , . Where the soft breath of evening 

The glory, that the wood receives, *• J 

At sunset , in its brazen leaves. 



But soon a funeral hymn was 
heard 



The tall, gray forest ; and a hand 
Of stem in heart, and strong in 
Far upward in the mellow light hand. 

Rose the blue hills. One eland of Came winding down beside the 

white, leave. 

Around a far uplifted cone, To lay the red chief in his grave. 









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EXCELSIOR. 



The shades of night were falling fast, 
As through an Alpine village passed 
A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and 

ice, 
A banner with the strange device, 
Excelsior ! 

His brow was sad; his eye beneath, 
Flashed like a faulchion from its 

sheath, 
And like a silver clarion rung 
The accents of that unknown tongue, 
Excelsior ! 



In happy homes he saw the light 
Of household fires gleam warm and 

bright ; 
Above, the spectral glaciers shone, 
And from his lips escaped a groan, 
Excelsior ! 

' Try not the pass! " the old man said ; 
'Dark lowers the tempest overhead, 
The roaring torrent is deep ami 

wide ! " 
And loud that clarion voice replied, 
Excelsior .' 



There in the twilight cold and gray, 
Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, 
And from the sky /serene and far, 
A voice fell, like a falling star, 
Excelsior 1 




